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Chapter 702 It's his own fault
The photographer cooperated and took another picture of the cabinets where mice and cockroaches ravaged.

"I hope that the store owners will do business with a conscience, and don't disregard the life and death of the residents just to make a small profit. After all, money is a small matter, but human life is a big matter."

After the reporter finished speaking, he signaled to the photographer that it was all right.A group of people were satisfied and left in a mighty way.

You Mao didn't recover from the scene in front of him for a long time, he looked at the kitchen infested by mice and cockroaches in astonishment and blankly, and couldn't understand why such a thing happened.

There was only one voice in his head: It's over.

If Huang Zhu was poisoned, 50 yuan could be used to appease his family.However, such a scene in the kitchen was captured by the TV station. Once it was broadcast, the blow would be almost devastating. The Dream House Hotel would not be able to continue to operate.

If it is true that he never cleans the kitchen, uses expired ingredients to fool passengers, and suffers such exposure, it is his own fault!He deserves it!

But he has been working diligently and doing his best to treat this hotel and every guest, but he has been reduced to this situation. He thinks it is really ridiculous and chilling.

You Meng looked at the messy, hell-like scene in the kitchen, her eyes were gloomy and cold.

……

Qiu Ruoshui sat in the back seat of the luxury car and rested with her eyes closed, while Chi Yao sorted out her upcoming itinerary.

From today to now, Qiu Ruoshui has negotiated two cooperations with two big companies.

Talking and laughing in front of others, coping with it freely, but in his heart he is intriguing, deliberating over and over again what the other person said.Even now, after more than 20 years, after several negotiations, Qiu Ruoshui still feels a little tired.

After hearing Chi Yao's report, Qiu Ruoshui opened her eyes, sat up straight, and rubbed her temples tiredly, "Cancel the business dinner with Mr. Chen tonight."

Today she wants to rest early.

Chi Yao nodded: "Okay, I'll tell Mr. Chen right now."

Chi Yao took out her mobile phone and called Mr. Chen's assistant. Her voice was sweet and gentle, her attitude was soft and powerful, and she handled the other party with ease, and Qiu Ruoshui refused to entertain her.

At an intersection, it was a red light, and the luxury car stopped.

Qiu Ruoshui casually glanced out of the window, but suddenly froze.

There is a wonton stew restaurant by the road, and a large-screen LCD TV is hung on the floor-to-ceiling glass. The TV faces the road and is broadcasting social news.

The car was far away, and the sound insulation effect was good, so Qiu Ruoshui couldn't hear what the news was saying.

Although the news made a perfunctory mosaic on the interviewer's face, Qiu Ruoshui recognized it as You Mao at a glance!

Although she hadn't seen him for more than 20 years, and even though his face was a little old, she recognized him!

Qiu Ruoshui never thought that she would meet You Mao again in such a scene, she was in such a strange mood that she even forgot to breathe.

The red light turns green and the car starts.

Qiu Ruoshui kept looking back at the TV.

After Chi Yao made the phone call, she noticed Qiu Ruoshui's expression, followed her gaze, and didn't see anything.

She asked, "President Qiu, what's the matter?"

Qiu Ruoshui just woke up like a dream, looked away, sat down on the leather chair, "It's nothing."

"Pushed it off?" she asked casually.

Chi Yao: "Yes."

Qiu Ruoshui nodded and didn't say anything else, her mind was full of You Mao who was on TV just now.

You Mao was surrounded by several reporters, and several microphones were stretched out in front of him. From the eyes of the reporters as if they were looking at prey, Qiu Ruoshui keenly sensed that it might not be a good thing.

(End of this chapter)